Dear Players, I hope you know that when approached at the end of the game that closed the chapter on our season, the words spoken by your coaches were, “I am just so proud of them.” For five months, you have each, hopefully, felt the weight of meticulous instruction, the momentary sting of a loving …
For our tribe, band kids always reign supreme—because if you can march backwards playing music and survive sight reading and summer camp, then, by George, we think you have a darn good shot at being amazing. Because you already are.
In this unprecedented time of uncertainty, that is the one thing of which I am sure. Even if you don’t step on that field again, your senior season matters.
Mostly though, Seniors, I want you to remember that your place at our dinner table is still there and we are always a phone call away. We understand that family ties are not exclusively created with blood, and we are always happy to welcome teammates back home.